Don't Cry For Me JFK Airport

Saying goodbye to NYC goes in stages. Yesterday, was the stage where I cried over JFK airport. I got teary as Matt and I flew over Queens and made our descent from London. The thing is, it felt a little forced. I was thinking about riding my bike around Brooklyn and Queens, which I used to do a lot and which I'll miss a lot. But then I started thinking about how this was going to be the last time I'd land at JFK. It seemed like something I should be sad about. I always get bummed about "the last time" I do/go/see anything. So I kind of forced the tears out. When I turned to Matt and told him why I was upset, he had to work to stifle a laugh. I mean, JFK is a complete pit. It's one of the worst airports I've ever been to and I think about that every single time I fly there. There might be a lot of things to cry over about leaving New York, but JFK airport is not one of them. (Oh, and don't get me wrong - Matt was very sweet about it and assured me that I would indeed fly into JFK some day again.)